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Acorns

As the sun sets,
old mother oak tree
shakes the rain
from her limbs
and stretches her
roots down and down.

On the ground below,
all her tiny little children
with brown round caps
snuggle down into
the softest earth
and dream of the leaves
they’ll have one day.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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